I beg of you not to see this as
Love. It’s best for the both of us.
Well, you can if YOU want. Really I
Don’t give a shit. For me it’s plan lust.

I will state that clear.
Why do you think I’m here?

Converse? For what? You know
Why I’m at your home.
And, you know why you
Picked up the phone.

You wanted to fuck.
So do I, but ran outta luck
At the club.

So, at 3 a.m. I’m knocking at you door.
And no, I don’t think of you as a whore.

You’re…more.
Like a sacrifice fly, a free throw, a 53-yard
Field goal. Whatever it takes for my desperate,
Horny ass to score.

You fall for it every week.

I’ll tell you why, cause I
Know what’s up.
You want to fuck.

Unfortunately, for you, it’s for the wrong reason.

You still believe that if you, “Dip it low,” and “Pop,
Pop, pop that thang,” “Back that Azz up.”
And leave no evidence
On your blue dress.
That I’ll decide to stay.

And I might…
but not tonight.
It doesn’t work that way.

When I stick around it’s only
Because I want seconds.
But I’m done for now
And Saturday morning beckons.
So, again I say goodbye.
By the way
Tell my son I said hi.